ted bundy traps the people of hawker, last night by cutting their power in a half hour blackout

and the hawker residents are either walking around with torches or simply struggling, and ted

bundy is enjoying this a lot, you see he really wanted to silence the mood of brian allan’s vivid imagination

but brian believes in the cosmos and he is sending cronus up there to work on returning hawkers power

and silence the cosmic criminal ted bundy forever and ever, but ted bundy wanted to silence brian, as his mind

as his mind is trying to avoid the teasing of the past, like, today, ted bunny was trying to get a kid to smile at brian,

saying, your like us now man, because you have an imagination and brian said, bundy, i want you to free us hawker

residents, by returning their power or i will get a keg of methane and pour it right through your head, and then cronus

said, i have kidnapped cronus away from his boy, ya know, your theory of mens kids watch the sport and youtubes

better than foxtel, ya see you will suffer brian allan and suffer forever and ever and ever with the other hawker residents

and you will miss your precious baseball match on television, and brian forced cronus to please give hawker back their power,

please give back our power, cronus worked harder and harder to get hawkers power back, but ted bunny’s power won’t budge

and ted bundy is laughing from up in mars saying foolish hawker earthlings, i have put a dark side into each one of their houses

they are tripping over each other, cool as, meanwhile cronus is trying and trying to get hawkers power back, saying please come back,

please come back, while ted bundy said, no i don’t want it to come back, hawker will be in the dark forever, the foolish earthlings they are

they are trapped in my wing, then cronus noticed some damp ***** rocks which was from the river and unknown to cronus, ted bundy

set these wild waters free to knock the electricity pole over and cause rain thunder and lightning, and cronus put 2 and 2 together

and cronus has discovered what ted bunny has been doing to cause cyclones and lightning causing blackouts in hawker, and cronus

worked and worked to restore the power back, by putting his foot in the muddy mars hollow and sliding down it, and when he arrived

at the base, cronus put a rock in the thunder break, and ding **** the power is back on, but ted bunny ran away, saying ha ha ha ha

i am causing problems for cronus and earthlings, and this will happen and happen again, so try and listen to climate change and

keep a torch handy, because ted bundy isn’t the only evil we have up here, causing havoc like this

You see hawker shops was very poxley today when they had this wheel where one of the prizes was a hug
And mate I think that is very poxley very very poxley
I prefer to watch jimmy Barnes and Tim Minchin rather than spin a stupid wheel they put there for the kids
There is no way that hawker shops will be popular today
And mate it looks very poxley
This is my house and I live in it
It is made of glass and photographs of people that you
Have met at least once in your life
But this stupid wheel in hawker
Is stupid and I think it is not for
The local shops
It is better at the ovals
Where they need to give out better prizes than free hugs
**** me that sounds so poxley
**** it does and I prefer to remain young and free rather than be old and stupid
Why the **** do they have a wheel in the middle of the shops for it sounds so poxley
It will be different if it was a proper prize wheel but this was totally poxley dudes
I will wait in my house till 3-46
For it to *******

John hawker English also was the official surgeon for the Swedish army.and this was a hard job patching up each and every wounded soldier who suffered there and sometimes it was easy and sometimes it was mighty hard for him
Because being apart of the Swedish army and fixing people up makes John think that the people he couldn't save and
All the people who yelled at him
You see John never had a family apart from a brother and parents because he devoted his
Soldiers at the Swedish army as his family and yes it was emotional when he couldn't save anyone and when he died
He had the Swedish army by his side nobody could save him
Despite John putting his best work for the Swedish army
Mind you death happens
You can't save everyone

silly kids oh silly kids are so stupid kids, asking me, the wrong person to be put in a team



oh yeah i was coming out of woolies with my chocolate and my drinks

and the kids asked me to sign them up for the magpies

just because i had a magpies t shirt on

he was a poor poor kid, whose parents don’t give a **** about him

but really i don’t know how i can help him

because he wanted to play footy, well, what boy doesn’t

well, probably he is teasing me, but i think he is a poor kid suffering

under, tony, fucken abbotts, wing

and this kid needs to be given a go, but i think he was weird ya see

because i am just the bbq man, and i have no authority to put him in a team

i love life, and i hate men who bully, any kind of bullying

i don’t want to get bullied, I’m just want to do my art

and eat chicken wings, and go on outings with people i know

i hate what the young dudes used to say to me, they were horrible

to me, i was a nice person, never put a foot wrong

that kid was under a spell from tony abbott or ronnie biggs and ted bunny

yeah it could be cosmic, or he might really want to play for the magpies

magpies club there is a kid on hawker who wants to play for the club

ok dudes give him a go 4 it

It’s evening
The hawkers at the station are loud
One is selling lottery tickets
The girl in her old dress, and new earrings caresses her earrings to feel their weight in her hands
She looks at the lottery tickets and wonders why people believe in them


A local comes along with a wave of people
She stands upright and surfs the wave to stay
She knows this isn’t the local she is waiting for
She tells the boy she is with that she had a great time
And he thanks her for a wonderful evening.
He looks at her face one more time, not quite ready to say goodbye yet
He looks at the clock at the station. It’s precisely 8:06 PM
The local will come at 8:08 PM.
He is hoping it’ll be late today.
He needs those extra seconds to prepare himself.
Certain goodbyes in life are harder than you thought they would be.
He looks straight into the eyes of the girl
And sees his reflection in her eyes
Scared of what he sees, he looks away
The girl adornes her new earrings again
She looks at the clock
The old rusty clock still shows 8:06 PM
Time had slowed down for her.
She feels the platform shaking
She fears it is the local approaching earlier?
She hugs him without a seconds delay
Surprised, the boy blushes. And continues the embrace
He whispers to her and tells her, that her earrings are pretty
She smiles
Perhaps this is the best way to say good bye.
The clock is now at 8:08PM and the local is not there yet
They both smile at each other, then look at the clock.
The boy can see the local approaching. He hugs her tighter once again.
And makes sure she doesn’t see the approaching train
She slowly slides out of his arms like sand from a man’s fist. He tries holding her firmer, but in vain
They both smile at each other and say an awkward bye.
She boards the local and tries to find a seat.
He waits patiently at the platform waiting for her to look out once more
The local is about to move and his heart is beating faster than the engine
He can feel her sight on him and looks her way.
She has a crooked smile with which she waves at him.
He waits at the station till the local moves.
He walks a bit with the local and then stops next to the hawker.
He waves at her one more time and watches as the train goes.
He looks at the hawker and wonders why people believe in lotteries.His phone buzzes in his pocket.
He has a big grin, he won the lottery after all
He walks out of the station with a jump in his step as he pats the Bandra station board.

From the day his mother died
He had no time to mourn.
From the very next morn
The same robe he had to adorn
Same wares he sold door to door,
Forgetting mother is no more!

1.
any colour may be applied to the
night-dress

this city actually has no cart
driven by horses

before a pretty long time the shepherds
had also told adieu

by secret signalling the red-hat addiction
called the pigeons  sitting on the broken sticks
of the antenna to come nearer

on those dead-news the travel-story
keeps awake by whole night

and pours down on eye-lids
clouds
wrapped with cellophane

one day that wave sent
rolling-down-on-the-back hair
to the yellow balcony

those are all ancient drama

in the glow of the back-light you can see
civic humps have grown up on the back
of the birds every day and night

yet
under the dead-stop ceiling fan the dance
of the ****** reel wet with sweat does not fall short

the paper-buckles with the flowers painted on it
gets more and more tight on the air of the throat

velpuris of the evening
offer full enjoyment

2.
the night that comes all walking on the sands of the desert
how much concern does she has about the navigability of the river

when the husk of the water-chestnut is got open
flowing down the waves bursting into a blaze

to that flow is open the motor-car
the wan procession
and all the fishes that want to go upward the wave

so many varieties of floating

if the matter of clouds be let off
the multi-coloured fingers
also have so many infotainments  

if the question of  moveable property is  raised
it is only a suicide-note from my father

and a knot
in the robe of the blue trouser

3.
the trees and creepers of the night
and the plants and herbs of the day
do all of them have the same blood-group

there is much flora
inside the jail-custody also
and in this ruins of the old palace

how much is it justified
to express eagerness about the geography
of one’s character

specially of the trees
of the fishes
or of the humans

it is said
all rivers
flowing through the bodies of the great men
are totally ******

there is also the blank desert
on the silent snow-valley
in the corner of your
lips

4.
on this spine
having a mouth of crocodile
always jump down
the climate    

everyday
the sunglass changes

look at the soil and the sky
no one of them has any body-guard

the open mouth of the light
swallows the grey coin

here the wall becomes more tamed
the wild jasmine comes nearer to the heart
and hums

then ripping open my veins
should i also ***** the blue elocution
accumulated on the ****-pit

after recovery of the flower-mill from fever
the harmonium is being played on  

even introduction with the gas-balloon
has not been done yet

5.
arrangements are being made

the green shirt will gradually
turn reddish

the culverts that have become exhausted
within the travel-format
will get recharged again to sit up straight

and the hawker will get passed the silent-home
shouting with undressed coconuts in hands

from the lap of the stand-still rocking-cradles
of the children-park
the amaltas will say
i’m ready

then to escape the sun-shine
the boy who comes to attend the private tuition
will embrace… oh margosa … its your pierced-heart

you may tell him that the name of the girl
who is eating guava and swinging her legs
sitting on its branch is munni

6.
the horse is running
just above 3 feet of the yellow cornice

his back is full of dreams
or a girl named miss dorothy  

around it is the mid-night
around it is the wind that wants to be printed

and in every corner of its flying
are hundreds of skirts
  
all are of free-size

what may be their market-price
there is no shop-keeper there

in that valley
a shadow is proceeding on

do you know whose shadow it is
he is philip the teacher who gets irritated easily

this time there is no thin cane
in his hand

in the pieces of papers dumped in the waste-box
under his window there is a manuscript eaten up by the worms

there is ‘darling’ there
and ‘yours beloved greta’

in which skirt
a touch of that greta does remain  

is it being searched even today

is it greta or margaret or eliza  
there is no bar if it is dorothy

in whose smell there is no greta
who has no such horse flying just above three feet
of the yellow cornice  

each mid-night fills the fountain pen
with the flow of blue ink

7.
the leaf of jack-fruit is luxuriant
i can’t remember whether i ever notice
the portrait of your face on it  

there are so many words
that are slippery

how much rustic is the dust of the legs
of the young person is known to the road of the city

daubing green on both palms
i call for rain …oh rain ..oh rain

and into that rain i let my wrist-watch float

thus the great rainbow unfolds its wise mirror
on the scaffold of bottle-gourd  

from the bright cloth-end falling down
the odour of detergent

thus the applied mathematics of the diesel
is learnt to a greater extent

8.
behind the change of colour of the swelled wind
the samovar plays no role

though you know it you tear off tears
from your eyes

and the merry biscuits that are kept in the jar
raise a joint demand to serve them
after wrapping with new banana-leaves  

and the funny thing is that no accounts is found out
of the expenditure on the lip-stick that was used
by the fishes in the aquarium  at the time of illness
of the antenna

by the hands of the clock stretching their shanks apart
is it possible to know the actual age of a comb
either it’s costly or cheap  

9.
like the light
like the dark

yet it is full of the sound of steps
again it wakes up on the forest-road  

taking leave from the yellow construction
all the sound of the bamboo-flute
sinks today into the green minerals

it is not moonlight
on the road it is some north-east sadness

he who comes admits his body
with the divine sin

if you are sorry be water for three days now

through out the day and night
there is the paraffin of fire-flies

the blue cough is not from the sky

it may be some tusu-gaan fly off
from the chest of the straight-line
that has been wiped out

10.
i’ve deposited my metallic heart
to the archaeological-store of the wind

and i send rolling this bare eyes towards the fog
frequently

i make the crystal of her hair soft

i can see those crows
whose jaws are not closed

the colour is also
as if it were burst into cotton

can the anchal of danekhali sari swallow the kernel
and water of the blue tooth-brash after opening its husk

i say to the head with earnest request
oh my father keep cool
and look at the rain-pipe inside which
there is all the dances of the peacocks

11.
in the dim light
the predecessors of the dead stars
tell stories

this dhaba
is beside the long bus-root

yet it is still not satisfied
with the shrimps

the tail of the black drongo
hanging from the farakka bridge
is divided

towards the ganga
towards the padma

the gramophone of the mid-noon
continues to sound at the midnight

those who are doing pilgrimage
on the back of tigers

within the lighting zone of their torch
all the nearest of men who get lost
cover their faces

you know very well that the memory-gland of the wind
becomes how much river-minded when it walks through the fire

Off to sell 'market tomatoes' to those East Atlanta communist
Those long haired , know it all Bolsheviks and their
electric cars , running around half naked like they have
a clue about a farm , their buying these god awful tomatoes
for two dollars apiece , they smell like *** , wine and sun
screen haggling over my price like I'm growing food for
free , like I've no other place to be
Are these organic , absolutely don't panic , their grown
in A1 chicken **** , the finest soil I've ever been associated with ,
a secret family recipe cooked in Georgia July heat , blessed by
a 'Witch Doctor' from New Orleans , a bit of peat from lowland
forest , cow patties from a friends dairy barn , dry manure thanks to
a 'Horse Princess' from Zebulon , ****** on by a pack of ornery goats in the village of Kelleytown

The devil's speech say they:
Rolling, clattering, frolicking, hungry.
Billows of charred skeletons embrace the air
Black soot pumped straight from the pyres of Hades
Congealing to clouds of evil intent wherever it roam.
That charred old shell so terse,
Black as sadness and dead as a hearse,
Darling to death as he brings on the rain:
The dry rolling thunder of the funeral train.

In the coughing desert
Not a thing dares roam
Neither wind nor creature
And neither stick nor stone.
But then the silence disturbed by a horrible shriek -
The railway screams in horror and the train itself speaks, saying
   "Tell me, thou innocent,
       Why feel you special and best?
   For when all is done I take you
       And return you to my nest;
   Your world is bright and happy
       Full of high spirits and song,
Though soon you too shall step aboard
       And join my faceless throng."

Hot saliva on the heaving engines:
Weeping, groaning, ghostly, parched.
Rusted joints spewed onwards grinding resisting
Movement spat out like a violently beaded string of curses
Sloppily uttered as incantations of a malformed mouth!
From that charred old shell so terse,
Black as sadness and dead as a hearse,
Darling to death as he brings on the rain:
The dry rolling thunder of the funeral train.

That dark train cries out and all around
A mourning whimper rises like slumbering fog-
Bleak and yellow it obscures the land
Seeping out insidious in strange locales all:
The old lonely fisherman
Sleeping on his wharf,
The frustrated hawker's
Windblown barefaced booth,
Silent streets crying for attention,
Dark places hidden at the corner of every eye.

That solemn train cries out and all around
Her mourning whimper rises like harrowing fog
Calling all to upright attention and fear.
Looming like a spectre but a breath-span from your window
Slowly closing cold dread claws-
Naked numbness dumb as ice-
Cold dread claws upon thy waist.
And you,
You poor old thing,
Shivering in your pitiful shack of bones,
You never had any chance!
You were only human.
You were only human, you poor old thing.

Barreling on with brimstone slang:
Clang clang! Dang dang! Beelz Bub!
Sputtering an ocean of curses from turgid goat-flesh
Born of sadness to cause even more, yawning great maw
Jowls clanking with fresh hot oil drool steaming stark and lewd, and yet
That charred old shell so terse,
Blacker than sadness and slain like a hearse,
Is all that gives meaning to our every gain:
The dry rolling thunder of the funeral train.

You see where did I get the inspiration to play the coopers
And play livestock
Avoid doctors and vets
Well there could be many reasons but if you look at my previous life story you will see
I was doctor and surgeon John
Hawker English who was born in 1788 and died in 1840 and in that time I won awards as well as saving lives of all the people who passed through the hospital doors and every October the hospital ran it's very own chess tournament and John hawker English won 5 years of the tournament and
Also John was a mad religious freak who every Sunday went to church to meet up with the congregation and listen to the sermons, his biggest job was the postman who came off his bicycle in 1806 and without all the modern technology of today John had to work on saving the postmans life and it took him about 3 days and 2 operations and by all means it nearly killed him but he survived it and in 1812 there was this drinking ***** being brought in with a heart attack
And needed a quick bypass
But this was going to be hard and then in 1801 there was a
Accident with a horse and Cart
With school kids on it crashed into the English Channel and John was having a hard time saving all the kids and he saved 80% of the kids with 4 little girls was washed out to sea and died
And John was being yelled at by the 4 children's families
There were more emergencies
And the town had mix reactions
About john's way he handles the operations but on John's death bed John hawker English said people die and sometimes you can save them unfortunately you can't save everyone and then he died

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my phone beeped
in an almost deserted train compartment.
my boss,
'where have you reached?'
I sighed and replied,
'should reach in 5'
(would reach in 20)
same old dance
to the tune of corporate slavery.

a sharp sound,
I looked up.
the sound dissolved
into a fit of giggles.

a group of kids
playing around, teasing,
their mother close by;
a hawker, selling trinkets in the train.

it looked so natural.
a working mum
looking after her kids while on the job
(doesn't work that way does it?
guess they didn't have anywhere safe
without her)

I couldn't look away.

it was such a sight...
torn, tattered clothes
dirt and mud all over
and those innocent giggles;
it didn't add up.

I was tired, aching,
infatuating about sleep;
feet bleeding in killer heels,
rushing around without purpose,
forced into an exploitative overtime job
by myself; frustrated,
trying to keep up with society.

the little family
calm, collected;
torn, tattered smiles held with grace,
facing their exploitative poverty
with innocent mischief and honest labour.

confused,
I had a thought:
that's the life they've known,
this is the life I've known.
we fit in our lives...
differently?

no...
we fit in different lives in the same way.
I struggle she struggles,
we both have good bad days.

I didn't realize I was smiling
till she smiled back.

I bought something
and got off at the next stop,
wishing she has more good days than bad
and the kids keep their giggles
a little longer than they can..

The Raiders show raiders v st george at GIO Stadium

    with johnny brown and Sue Longways




johnny’   welcome dudes to GIO stadium to this match between the dragons and the raiders and this is going to be a

great match, the raiders are 11th and the dragons are at 14, and whoever wins, I can guarantee it will be a spectacle

and i have Pete from Hawker with us now with a poem for us, hoping to get the Raiders into top swing

Pete”    ok dudes let’s swing it

you see the bad and mean green machine, big and strong and fast and mean

you see you shouldn’t try and stop these men in green, cause we are 3 positions higher than the opposition

Johnny’  well, short but sweet, and have you been worried about form in some matches

Pete’   well, yes, but that makes no difference, the raiders are going to win dudes, i will sing it again

you see we are the bad and mean green machine, big and strong and fast and mean

you see you shouldn’t try and stop these men in green, cause we are 3 positions higher than the opposition

Johnny’   well thanks Pete and now here is Sue Longways with another fine poem from the crowd

Sue’   thanks Johnny and what a great atmosphere here at GIO Stadium today, a great twilight match, and everyone

is in fine voice to cheer the raiders to beat the dragons tonight, and here is John Barten from Queanbeyan and he hates

how the Raiders went to Canberra all those years ago, so he sings a dragons tune

John’   go the dragons go the dragons

go the mighty dragons team

you see it’s only early in the season

go the mighty dragons cause the raiders moved here

I know we shouldn’t hold a grudge, mate, but i am and there is nothing you can do oh no

go the mighty dragons and i will go for them till the Raiders go back to Seiffert Oval, dudes

Sue”   thanks John and now here is Harold from Lyneham

Harold’   i am the bad and mean raiders fan

we supply the best coming out of the can

you see i go to the footy with mates george and dan

you see we’ll hit ya hit ya hit ya the mighty green machine

Sue’  thanks Harold and now here is the Raiders team, bring on the team

Jordan Rapana and Sisa Waqa and Jarrod Croker and Jarrad kennedy and edrick lee and blake austin and Mitchell Cornish


and Shannon Boyd and Josh Hodgson and Dane Tilse and Josh Papali and Sia Solicia and Shaun Fensom

and the 4 interchange players  Josh McRone and Frank-Paul Nuuausala and Paul Vaughan and Luke Bateman

and now here is Ken from Symonston with his poem

Ken”   i have been coming out to the GIO stadium every time we play

you see it’s fun when we win, but when we lose, we certainly do ****** pay

and the main thing about it is, we beat the easy teams and beat the hard teams but never at the best time

come on Raiders, it’s surely the time to win, oh ****** yeah


sue”   thanks Ken and now here is Rob with his jingle

Rob”     Run Raiders run

as we charge onto the GIO stadium yeah

run raiders run you see we have the team, we’ll win oh yeah

yeah we will come a running, and score a hundred tries

yeah that will be so cool,

run raiders run, oh yeah the Raiders are the team to beat i hope

run raiders run

they are the team that will thrash the opposition yeah

you see we won one and lost one

run raiders run

yeah the mighty raiders, will be our son of a gun

Sue”    thanks Rob for that and now here is the dragons team


first is Peter Mata’utia and Etonia Nabuli and Dan Nielson and Dylan Farrell and Jason Nightingale

and gareth Widdop and Benji Marshall and Leeson Ah Mau and Mitch Rein and George Rose

and Tyson Frizell and Joel Thompson and Jack de Belin

and the interchange men are trent Merrin and Heath L”Estrange and Rory O’Brien and Mike Cooper and Jake Marketo

and here is Mike from Jerrabomberra with his jingle

oh yeah those dragons yeah, they win more than the raiders yeah

they supply all the tries, in fact more tries than the locals, why don’t they win the grand

well i think i know, it’s because we lose our playing ability after thrashing the raiders here and anywhere

so go the dragons, go the mighty dragons, the right team to win the match

sue’   ok thanks Mike and now here is Keith from Latham with his song

carn the carn the carn the mighty raiders team, please dudes don’t make us say **** mate

make our raiders team win, carn the raiders carn the raiders, watch our team win well

on our home ground see, go the mighty raiders for a great victory

ya see i live in Latham and in my lounge room i have raiders cushions and raiders tables and heaps

of videos too including the great grand final victories in ’89 and “91 and the great ‘94

they haven’t won a grand final since in the first grade oh no

but if they win a few games where they don’t drop the ball too much

they will play so ****** hard, GO THE RAIDERS, DUDES

Sue’   ok that is it for me, and now back to Johnny

Johnny”  thanks Sue for telling us the teams and letting us hear some great home truths, let’s hope the

Raiders can win tonight, and now here is ?Bob from Cook with a jingle

Bob’   go the raiders go the raiders, do ya reckon we have the stamminer to win today

go the raiders go the raiders, should we win, should we win

twinkle twinkle raiders pack, how i wonder whether you’ll win

up above the GIO park tonight, make sure we clean this game free of fights

twinkle twinkle raiders pack, go the raiders through and through

Johnny’ thanks Bob and now here is Ernie from Higgins with his rhyme

hey ****** ****** the dragons are ready, are they going to win

all have the raiders put all their dropping the ball crap in the flaming bin

Shaun Fensom laughed at this little rhyme, as hopefully the raiders grab the 2 points

Johnny’  thanks Ernie and first my tip, well to the ladder, i say Raiders, on current form, well raiders be 6, could be more

and who do you support Sue

Sue’    well to the ladder, the Raiders, but on current form, dragons by 2, but i could change

Johnny”   ok, we’ll be back at half time, ok, here on the Raiders show

GO THE CANBERRA RAIDERS

N THE YEARS OF 1995 AND 2007, I WENT TO WORK AT

NORTHSOUTH COTRACTORS, AND I MET STEPHEN

VOLKS, AND HE WAS A VERY ENTHUIASTIC PERSON

ALWAYS WORKED HARD, DID THINGS HE SHOULDN’T DO

SOMETIMES, BUT STEVE VOLKS DIED AND HIS MOTHER

CRIED AT THE FUNERAL, AND STEVEN VOLKS HAS BEEN

REINCARNATED AS A CAT, LIVING NEXT DORR TO ME IN HAWKER

THE CATS NAME IS JADE, AND I LIKE JADE, AND JADE IS A REALLY

CUTE CAT, REMINDS ME OF VOLKI’S LAUGH AT NORTH SOUTH YA KNOW

I GOT ON WELL WITH VOLKI, AND NOW AS I SEE JADE ENTER MY

BALCONY, TRYING TO PULL  MY SCREEN IN, YA SEE

YA SEE, AT LEAST STEVEN VOLKS, IS AT PEACE WITH BEN

MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR LOOKING AFTER IT WELL

YEAH AS JADE IS SEEN BY ME, I MUTTER TO MYSELF, HI VOLKI HOWS IT GOING


AND DAD AND ROBIN WILLIAMS, HAVE ENTERED THE ****** OF DAVID

AND LISA CAMPBELL AND LEO, WHO IS THEIR ELDEST BOY

WELL APPARENTLY HIS PREVIOUS LIFE WAS OLGA CHICK

AND I MADE SURE THAT DAD BROUGHT HIS AFTER LIFE TOYBOY ROBIN WILLIAMS

TO MEET WITH OLGA CHICK, YA SEE, THIS IS A PLOY TO BRING OLGA

TO DAD, OLGA WAS A WORKER AT VINNIES LIKE ME

AND SHE WORKED IN A BIG CAFETERIA, ONCE, AND

AFTER SHE DIED, AND SHE WAS A LOVELY LADY, A REALLY LOVELY LADY

AND SHE BECAME THE FIRST BORN OF DAVID AND LISA CAMPBELL

OLGA IS NOW LEO CAMPBELL, AND LEO IS GETTING TWIN SIBLINGS

DAD AND ROBIN WILLIAMS, REINCARNATIONS AS I WANTED DAD TO MEET OLGA

SHE IS SUPER NICE, AND I WANT DAVID LISA LEO TO MEET DAD AND ROBIN WILLIAMS SO THEIR SPIRITS DON’T STRAY

LIKE I DID, AND MANY OTHERS DID

I BELIEVE OLGA IS LEO CAMPBELL CAUSE I AM A BUDDHIST
AND STEVEN VOLKS IS JADE CAUSE I AM A BUDDHIST

STEVEN WANTS TO BE JADE, SO HE CAN CURE HIS SOUL FROM MENTAL BREAKDOWNS



OLGA AND STEVE, UMMMMMM, LEO AND JADE UMMMMM

UMMMMMM OLGA IS LEO,   UMMMMMM STEVEN VOLKS IS JADE

you see as i am loving life singing rock my soul in the ***** of abraham

rock my soul in the ***** of abraham, please lord rock my soul

and then i play the heavy metal dude really loud, then i play the heavy metal really loud

then i play the heavy metal dude, really loud, oh rock my soul

and i have a fire near my house mate, i have a fire near my house mate

i have a fire near my house mate, with two big trucks coming in

you see everyone is treating it like a sports event everyone is treating it like a sports event

you see everyone is treating it like it is a sports event, oh rock my soul

you see i know the fire is nowhere near me, but it’s awful and it’s amazing how it came about, dude

you see it’s hard as my voices are saying go out there and have a look, but i don’t wanna do that

you see the fire was provoked by the ghost of ronnie biggs, and because of him

the firefighters are fighting it, hoping that nobody gets harmed ya know

because if anyone gets harmed it’ll be bad, you see the fire started at about 6.30 pm

a big fire truck drove right past my flat, i thought it was a removal truck, dude

because people were moving in upstairs and, dude but i noticed smoke at d block, and

i stayed inside, they had barricades at the car park at d block

and i feel like a lot of excitement, dude

i use dude because i think it’s a word you use to have fun

and for the people of this block of flats, well, all their christmasses have come at once

A born salesman,
my father made all his dough
by selling wool to Fieldcrest, Woolrich and Faribo.

A born talker,
he could sell one hundred wet-down bales
of that white stuff. He could clock the miles and the sales

and make it pay.
At home each sentence he would utter
had first pleased the buyer who'd paid him off in butter.

Each word
had been tried over and over, at any rate,
on the man who was sold by the man who filled my plate.

My father hovered
over the Yorkshire pudding and the beef:
a peddler, a hawker, a merchant and an Indian chief.

Roosevelt! Willkie! and war!
How suddenly gauche I was
with my old-maid heart and my funny teenage applause.

Each night at home
my father was in love with maps
while the radio fought its battles with Nazis and ****.

Except when he hid
in his bedroom on a three-day drunk,
he typed out complex itineraries, packed his trunk,

his matched luggage
and pocketed a confirmed reservation,
his heart already pushing over the red routes of the nation.

I sit at my desk
each night with no place to go,
opening thee wrinkled maps of Milwaukee and Buffalo,

the whole U.S.,
its cemeteries, its arbitrary time zones,
through routes like small veins, capitals like small stones.

He died on the road,
his heart pushed from neck to back,
his white hanky signaling from the window of the Cadillac.

My husband,
as blue-eyed as a picture book, sells wool:
boxes of card waste, laps and rovings he can pull

to the thread
and say Leicester, Rambouillet, Merino,
a half-blood, it's greasy and thick, yellow as old snow.

And when you drive off, my darling,
Yes, sir! Yes, sir! It's one for my dame,
your sample cases branded with my father's name,

your itinerary open,
its tolls ticking and greedy,
its highways built up like new loves, raw and speedy.

It was dark outside,
Sun is yet to break the dark quilt of night,
I was on my bed,
Fighting with slumber and trance!
Fight hours after hours.... nothing comes out..
All of a sudden wake up with the sound in my door,
Run and open...
Newspaper was on the floor,
The hawker was passed by on his bicycle,
Sun already on the top of the mango tree,
My trance flyaway and stupor enclose by..
But reverie of politics over news paper again beat on..
  If you vote you will change your state of happiness.... with words on to with wealth

hi dudes



today i went to a healthy eating class and they said, that i have been eating unhealthy

well, i have been drinking lots of coca cola and lots of strawberry milk, ya know large bottle

i have been eating loads of chocolates and chocolate desserts, but i do have salad with

steak with mushroom butter, oh how tasty as, you see i need to go for more walks and cut down

on what i eat, so i can lose weight, even if your feet are sore, you still have to walk, but i haven’t been

walking all the time, i just let my fat pile up, so what i learnt, if i can get off the couch more, and

go for a walk and stop eating chocolates and chips and desserts and coca cola, and this is what

i will do, every time i feel like eating a lot, i will go for a walk, even if it kills me, you see i met a girl

not mentioning names who fights her body when she feels like eating junk food, and i feel inspirited

by that, you see, i might fight my legs being so tired, and go for a walk, because if you look at it

it won’t **** me, because, back in the 1990s, i was really fat, fatter than i am now, and i walked from

page to hawker and page to florey and page to the mall, and i didn’t know it at first, but i lost a lot of weight

you see i ain’t ready to die yet, i have a lot of things to do, but instead of moping around, i am going to do

something about it, it might look like i am living in the past, but i am not, i am going to try and keep my walking

up every time i feel like going to the shop to buy chocolates and strawberry milk and desserts or coke

even if my legs are really tired, i don’t sit down, i will just sweat it out, i haven’t been doing that lately but

even if i don’t inspire people, i still want to push myself, so i can look young and feel good about myself

you see i was running and mum was saying that, the medication was leaving me through sweat, well maybe it did

but i was healthy, well in my body, because when i was running, i was yelling at my voices, which gave passers by

the point i was being hassled, but i was running away from my voices, but i really want to return to that healthy weight

again, so, when i feel like buying strawberry milk and chocolate, etc etc, i will go for a walk, sometimes i could walk at 7.30 pm

after my television shows, because i will be healthy again, and maybe i can become involved in a lot more cool stuff, because

i don’t want to die of diabetes, i just like strawberry milk, and besides which, i haven’t got much energy to walk or do anything

but i am going to fight my body, make sure i go for at least two walks a day, but i don’t want to become obsessed with it because

obsession isn’t quite good, when i was running, i was shafted off to hospital,(psych ward), on a night where i was being tortured by my mind

to go down to hawker shops steal a coke and then drop $2.00 on the ground, to help the poor people doing it tough, but i didn’t do that

actually i went to the psych ward where i was told that i wasn’t helping in there, mind you, i tried, but i wasn’t, and i want to go for more walks around

the suburb of hawker canberra, and occasionally around the lakes in canberra, and stop drinking coke and strawberry milk and stop eating chocolates,

well i might get myself to an healthy weight, mind you if i relax and do my art, my legs shouldn’t be tired next time i go for a walk

i know, this feels like bullying, but it’s not, it’s just trying to get my body back to the 2013 weight, and i need to keep taking my medication

i should pretty cool, dude

to whom it may concern


i was given a rude remark by one of your door door people

as he approached my house in hawker, on saturday 13 june 2015

he made a ******* coment saying, don’t worry we are not going to rob you

it’s like he was put there to tease me or something, i found it very insulting

and if i knew his name, i would make sure he was sacked, i realise that it is

his word against mine, but he will never get anyone supporting unicef with that

attitude, i know it’s stupid to think he’ll get the sack, but he was terribly rude

you see, i am not an old stick in the mud, i love life, probably more than him

he shouldn’t be working for unicef, because when i said i ain’t interested in a normal way

he said oh buddy, settle down, i know that this was uncalled for, ok, i think you should

tell this man by looking in your book to see who was in hawker on 13 june 2015 and

let him know that, i hate him, i am not offended i am just concerned of your business

HE WAS RUDE

as i told you, that ted bundy and ed gein, sent some howling winds to canberra last night,and these pictures is what ted bunny and ed gein,
sent to my suburb of hawker, you see what they did, is pull the trees out, and trying to destroy the beauty of beetaloo street and bon rook street, and there were a few patches of snow, ted and ed are going heh heh heh heh to the people of hawker last night, you see if you live in canberra, and you still hear the howling winds, it is just ted and ed
trying to get revenge on the world, a, i fell asleep, to try and save as much of the world, as i can, because, this was a cowardly act by tedc bunny and ed gein

the killing to make our revenge noted



you see these poor people heard my mates words

and now, i haven’t heard of my mate since

you see i think that people have taken out their revenge

and sent them through to hell or heaven

i don’t know it for sure

but i can surely guarantee that my mate has been killed and bloodened to death

just because he expressed an opinion

i haven’t seen him since one day

and i haven’t seen the homeless man either

i don’t want to be turned off helping the homeless find homes, no way, no fear

you see the other day, a crazy man tried to walk me to the shops

i implied that i didn’t want to do this, so i ended it with have a nice day

you see have a nice day is better to say than *******

i know people get fucken annoyed with that, but still it’s better

i would prefer if the hawker shops allow him to be there

they will keep him under wraps

but i haven’t seen my mate for ages, and if he is dead, i know to think

that keeping your mouth from saying bad stuff is the best solution

you see it’s nearly halloween, and i aqm getting visions of all my old school mates

being killed for voicing their opinions

i don’t want to suffer with the poor, but i don’t want to agree with the rich either

i certainly don’t want to sit on the fence, that is what losers do

i have my opinions, i should have a voice, and i should be heard

if i believe i was kidnapped in my last 2 previous lives that is my answer

if i believe that mentally ill people smell funny because they can’t be bothered washing themselves

well, it maybe isn’t really their fault

i miss this bloke, who i used to talk to around hawker, has he been killed

because i really voiced his opinion a lot, and that could get him in trouble

i hate being treated like a bad smell, i am a 46 year old young dude

i’m a happy dude, and i hear angry dudes in my head

which really drives me crazy crazy crazy

i watch the muppet show, i don’t want my past coming back to me

i don’t want to get robbed again, i don’t want to nearly run over by idiotic people

i know this bloke who i don’t see much now, yeah he hates certain people, and i don’t hate anyone

that could turn a few heads

i hope paul isn’t dead, i hope we just haven’t gone out at the same time

because there are too many crazy people hanging around since he hasn’t been there

i know he ain’t my daddy, but i just think, it’s queerly strange

i hear this voice, paul, don’t go out when your friend goes out

we want to trick him

but then again, i am not out as much as i was, he is though, keep a good thought

the 3 mental health conditions i have



depression, when i lose my jobs, and  when i lose my way in life, i go into a deep depression

or it could be anxiety, like like i go out, but when people treat me like one of their mob, i go into

a shell, saying, i am not a hooligan, i am a family person, and i would winge about this for days

i was thinking that other people, were trying to fight me because i am trying to be a street person

and the voice was saying you and your brother ain’t like us, you see, i always have been teased

by other poor people, because i am poor too, and i remember in the bar, i wanted to go to the bar

to have a beer, and these men wanted me to play with them, i was too young to understand, that they

were just using me, and i felt i was getting hassled, day in and day out, by the working class, it doesn’t stop

me from helping them, but i prefer to help the homeless, or disadvantaged at common ground, and

i look at common ground plans, and it could be how i visioned, when people yell at me, i go, leave me

alone, mate, i am a family person, i felt people were taking my job away from me, every day, i know now

that they weren’t, but i felt people were saying, i am sorry, your not cut out for helping us, today

i was really crazy, i implied to this man, who was doing the washing up, that i wanted to do this

he was upset, maybe, it is not depression, it’s me being anxious to help people, with my past, voices

saying don’t muck with brian, saying he is still a shy person, and despite all the good things i did

i left them, but the reason why i did, because, i was paranoid, that, i was being put in a little situation

by the people at the rainbow, like me being *******, in the craft room, i remember that note very well, i was

very uneducated about this, and i was trying to make it up to my mum after yelling at her and dad when i was young

and when i was drunk, and i wanted to be nice to everyone, but my kindness could have killed me, like i was

arguing with everyone, getting defensive so to speak, and i ate a lot of food and nearly died of obesity. well

i could say, i did die, of obesity, i am getting voices, every time i say i want to **** me when i was young, when i mean

the evil streak in me, the voice says, don’t, i liked that little guy, and he really did like that little guy, it could have

been created from the simpsons, there was a problem when i was working at the rainbow, i gave into temptation, where

i mucked with people who mucked around, but i still did my cooking and creative writing, and now, i have so many stories

to share with my youtube generation, but i was making mum and dad relax around me, and that is all i care about, and

then the crazy delusions i was getting when i killed my loving family cat, delusions were coming into my head, at first

i thought it was cool, i was hearing old mates and all my family, all gathering and the voices were great, and i tried every time

my parents got cranky, i tried to calm down, you see my parents would cry over spilt milk, literally, and then wondered why i

got cranky with them, i made a joke saying dad, don’t cry over spilt milk, dad got cranky and said, implying he was a clean person

and we should feel guilty about dropping anything on the floor, i said to dad, accidents to accure, and dad said, yeah but you need

to be more careful, and i wanted to escape my parents, because they were such projectionists in everything they did, and i found

out that leaving my house in a mess, was my way of playing cool for them, maybe in 2004, they were cleaning my house for me

before i went to hospital, but, i found mum and dad, as i said, real perfectionists, everything had to be perfect, i found it hard to

understand that my house if messy could spell eviction, but i was living in the backyard, yeah, mum and dad help, but i find a little

too much, i was doing fine when i moved in my new flat in hawker, i cleaned it every day, until i went into hospital, but dad

still wanted to be a dad, and i wanted him to be a friend, because, him and mums way wasn’t helping me, i understand where

it should help me, but it flaming didn’t, ya see i hated that little situation, where dad and mum were treating me like a 4 year old boy

so i brought back the memories for dad, saying why don’t you smoke again dad, saying, you seemed happier when you smoked

because, dad said, don’t argue with me be a BUDDHIST, i am a buddhist, but unlike christians, buddha allows a bit of teasing as

long as it is done in a peaceful, dad is dead, and now dad is betty campbell, but i want mum to one day understand this, because

i feel she is dwelling in all this, and she is worrying about me, but, i prefer the life of enjoyment, and i like community spirit

you see i liked and still like how men used to say i am doing a wonderful job, i was visioning dad turning off me, like he was

dwelling in the past, i told dad that his father is macauley culkin, but he actually is ryan clark, and mums dad is macauley culkin

i know this cause i am cronus, i liked when men said to me, keeping busy, mate, keeping out of trouble, mate

because i liked helping in the community, but mum and dad, i feel, were treating me like an old fogie, when they were complaining

about me doing volunteer work, i liked volunteering, every job was fun, mum and dad just worried about me, but in hindsight

i didn’t want them to worry, ok i never liked all that being my mums son, nor i hated being a little kid, i sit there and let us big adults

muck around, i liked how i was feeling down in the dumps, and i rang up dad and mum and we’ll doing the same thing

then i heard dad say, i am not mucking around in cool kid groups with brian, like a real **** would say, you see i was being an adult

i hated how dad tried to be like the in crowd, there is nothing wrong with that, but he looked like he was worried, i felt like saying

STOP WORRYING ABOUT YOUR SON BRIAN, AND RELAX, i tried to get him to relax by asking him to watch the cricket

and other shows, he refused, and now dad is dead, he is betty campbell now, but dad obsessed with doing everything perfect

if ya wanna copy dad, fine, but, i want to have better people around me, ok, to have PARTIES, dudes

rather than just doing it with mum, i am saving for adelaide on nye and the carols in the domain as well in sydney

PLEASE BUDDHA, BRING DAD CLOSER TO ME, ON TV, i miss him

a aee mr leonard thomas, tried to be like all his friends and foes, sometimes it’s positive

and sometimes it’s negative, you see he tried to be like his brother after he was shaken

for a piece of his lunch, and being like his brother really worked for him, and then he wanted

to do things, so he tried to be like his mummy and daddy, but all his school mates laughed at him

and didn’t want to be a friend to him, and this made leonard mad, and tried to be like like the

lunch bully, to shake up a few school kids, but not for lunch, he wanted these kids to suffer,

so he attempted to kidnap them, saying heh heh heh heh, and then he made his new mate

patrick, who showed him that all that was wrong, and pat showed leonard to PARTY, and because

of all the teasing in the past, leonard tried to be like patrick, to make himself feel better

and went around teasing all the men, and the people at the mall said, no your not like patrick, buddy, we are

and after people said that, leonard just wanted to fit in, so he ran up the road yelling saying i am still

cool, and your too shy, i am still cool, and your too shy, i am still cool, and your too shy, cool kids do what

i do yeah, only yeah mate yeah kids, do what you do, mate, but then more people teased him, and because

he tried to be like patrick, he has patrick in his head, teasing him his way, to stop leonard from getting teased

by hooligans, and leonard was tired of these voices and quickly he had to be like his dad and start to cook

for the mentally ill people at the local mental health drop in centre, he also went on camps and bowled trying to

be like sam marshall on home and away in the 1990s, and yes, he was a good bowler, but he was losing hyp side

as patrick said, i am not mucking with crazy leonard, but leonard had a lot of mates, so patricks voice wasn’t bad

and he cooked, washed up and did vacuuming and put the garbage out, and picked a few vegetables from the

garden, like what his mother showed him, and then all that trying to be other people, started to give him crazy person

voices, and one crazy voice, because at the bbq for the footy, leonard tried to be an old happy volunteer, you see

leonard tried to be like all these people, because, leonard is a lazy *******, and joining groups and trying to

be like other people, stopped leonard from being big fat and lazy, but it also gave him nasty voices which leonard can’t stand

and then leonard killed an animal trying to save it the wrong way, and rushed to the psych ward, put on risperidal, which

brought back his lazy community work, actually leonard was being yelled at by everybody, left right and centre

and he was also told, that to be like the in crowd, you have to have confidence in himself and a proper purpose in life,

you see leonard, has problems with people teasing him, all the people he ever tried to in his past was pushing leonard

down, to be lazy, leonard started to look up in a weird way, and he stopped taking risperidal and started taking seroquel

which gave him energy to run, and yes he tried to be the six million dollar man, to run up the road pretending to have bionics

and went into a job cleaning houses for the needy, for a few years, and then started to help out at ACTEW, leonard doesn’t

regret taking these jobs, mainly because it brought upon a superannuation payment, and cleared patrick’s voice of

take leopard’s pension, he can work, and leonard after all the helping he does in his life, he said, well give me superannuation

but it would be nice if fucken Tony Abbott would give me $2000 for that volunteer helping, but leonard doesn’t expect that

cause, he is a very nice person, and then he lost his paid job, after the seroquel made him hyped up enough to pump

words on the computer and go down and steal money from the hawker IGA, and drop a few dollars on the ground, so

the poor people can pick it up, and then leonard will go and throw everything over the balcony saying, i am cleaning

away my **** in him, leonard lost his 2 gnomes, but hopefully a poor man near him has them, it was leopards way

to help the poor, but it caused more harm than good for leonard, so off to the psych ward again, he met a girl who

was stabbing leonard with a plastic fork, and a bikie who ripped the TV out of the wall, jesus christ, the devil, god

and even elvis, leonard said he was greame thorne and george washington, copped a ****** serve by stupid quacks

and leonard was out right before XMAS, but not to his jiob, but then leonard, thought of reading his stories on youtube

and playing the local brumbies night live and the raiders show, both teams ******, but it was still fun doing the shows

leonard started doing art, really enough to rid all the stupidity from his brain, and started to perform in a play and poetry

slams, and sang a cool blokes version of the 12 days of christmas, it went down well for leonard, and got in a few

weird little fights, when he started to toast his successes with champagne, it’s the only time he drinks alcohol, and

then leonard started drinking coke, it’s good for his creative stuff, like gives him energy in a way, but the coke gave

leonard all of his times trying to be like other people, leonard says, must drink little bits, despite going to the mall

for many celebrational drinks of coke for his stuff on youtube, and leonard wants each and every voice, to fly up

out of his head, he will do great tapestries, but leonard, really needs odd voices to keep up his fun stuff, leonard

has to realise that the people he tried to be like ain’t his fucken stupid little daddy

quickly leonard be like me, before people say that your shy,

LEONARD IS BASED ON ME, OKEY DOKEY DUDES

The raiders show

V parramatta April 14 2019


Hi everyone and welcome to the raiders show where the mighty Canberra raiders are playing the pride of the parramatta eels and seeing the raiders have won 3 lost 1 it is going to be a thrilling match and we start the entertainment with Joel from waramanga

We are the bad and mean green machine fearsome men from the ACT
We will trample over the eels today
And we will hit ‘em fight ‘em
Even if biff wasn’t allowed
I want no red I want no blue
No purple pink or orange too
There is just one colour and
That will do
The fighting men from the green machine
Come on Canberra
We have to win tonight
If we don’t put up a fight
The side will fade away fade away
Like an old rusty coin
We are the bad and mean green machine fighting fit
We are looking mean
As our opponents will be seeing green
When we beat ‘em beat ‘em and that will be the end

Thank you Joel a very good version of the green machine song and now here is Barry from Curtin

Go go the raiders
The mighty green machine
We will be up there fighting
We will never be lean
Come on raiders you are the best
Watch out eels we will put you
To the test
Go go the raiders
Better than the worst
Go go the raiders
I think I see an eel trying to first
That won’t happen because the
Raiders are great
Go raiders go raiders
The team of today
Go go the raiders
Let’s finish the round with a bang
Carn the mighty raiders
Watch the raiders burst up a Bang
That will be the eels when they lose today
Go the mighty raiders mate
Better than the rest

Thank you Barry and yes it will be fantastic to see the raiders win today
And now here Bradley from Dunlop

In an era of upsets
Good and bad can occur
But the mighty Canberra raiders
Will fight right till they are through
With strong players who perform at their best
Those players will put eels to the test
It is going to be great cool and totally rad
The raiders this year have been far from bad
Yes those eels will be at their best
But the raiders are going to put them to the test
You see we are the mighty green machine fast and mean and fighting fit
We ain’t scared of the eels
Not one little bit
Thank you Bradley
And I am saying to you that
Raiders are great
Raiders are strong
They play their best even if the game is long
They will fight the eels
They will never squeal
Come on raiders go go go
Come on raiders
Win on my raiders show
And after this break the start of the match go the raiders the lead we’ll catch ok here is the match between the green machine and the eels

Welcome back to the raiders show and now we have the half time entertainment with Keith from Monash

Yes it started like this, raiders pushing for the try line trying so hard and parramatta trying their best to get tries and when they got their first try they were happy and converted the try to make it 6-0 and the eels were finding it hard to get a try even a forward pass stopped them from breaking through and the raiders
Scored a penalty goal to make it 8-0
At the break go the raiders kick some *** go the raiders show some class
Go the raiders in 2019

Thank you Keith and now jimmy from O’Malley

Come on raiders come on come on
Come on raiders come on
We are the green machine
We are fighting fit in the ACT
If you stop us from finding our feet
We will hit ya hit ya hit ya
The eels will be toast
Croker kicked 2 awesome goals
And the raiders look awesome too
Anyhow
We fight out our aggression
The eels will be a suffering
But who cares we have the half time lead
Come on raiders come on come on
Come on raiders come on
Yes they will win this match and if
We play well the premiership
Which mightn’t be so much
Out of the raiders reach
To win 4 th game tonight will be awesome go raiders go
Thank you jimmy and now
Back to the match go raiders win the 4 th match of the year

Welcome back to the raiders show and what a great win by the raiders
19 to nil, the first time the raiders to nil twice in 5 rounds since 1990, what a win it had turned out to be and now here Harry from Braddon

Go the raiders go the raiders
Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders clap clap clap
It was a match that was very good
Beating parramatta to nil
It was an interesting match my friend
Go the mighty raiders oh yeah
We had an 8-0 lead at half time And then in the second we just went with it
The eels made too many mistakes
What a game it was go the mighty mighty raiders oh yeah
We have the broncos next week
And if we play like this
There will be a chance
All we need to push ourselves right
And knock the broncos around
Yes that is what we need to do
Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders clap clap clap
The raiders have played well this year so far will they keep it up

Thank you harry, and let’s hope they keep it up and now here is John from ainslie

Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders clap clap clap
What an opening this has turned out
To be
The best start the raiders have had
And holding the eels to nil too yo
What a fantastic win
Let’s pile on the pressure raiders
And knock the broncos back home
We are the green machine
Let’s hope we can show the youth of today why they called us the green machine
I remember back then it was great it was great
Ooh I need to get home at half past 8
But I can sing about the raiders all night
Let’s go to parramatta leagues club
And get in a fight
Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders are the team to watch in 2019

Thank you John and now our last entertaining number of the night is Imogen from hawker

Come on raiders
Kick some ***
Come on raiders
Tonight you showed some class
The lord was looking down on you
One try and an almighty 2 and
3 and then a great field goal
Taking the heart out of your soul
I have been a raiders fan
For such a long time
So let’s cheer and cheer
Them over the line
Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders clap clap clap
Kicking *** tonight

Thank you Imogen and now we must go, see you next week against the broncos let’s hope raiders win 5 well we have to just see and now time for the final curtain see you next time on the raiders show

And now we draw the final curtain
And the raiders won their 4th
Out of 5 games it was like fucken war
And next week we face the broncos
Let’s hope we win, I hope so
We need to celebrate Easter
With a win go the Canberra raiders
Yeseree
See you next week everybody

Standing on the sidewalk
Extend the arms.
Dust and mud on the entire body
Seeing pedestrians.

Shows various commodities
Gestures to buy.
That's why they are inexpensive
People always like to bought some.

He called, yelled and sale
Morning-noon-evening.
Sometimes chased by the law enforcers
But where would he go?

Has a family that works hard
However, the entire liability is on him.
This is how his day goes on
But, not at anyone's mercy.

S I AM SITTING WATCHING MY TV, I FEEL MYSELF BEING PULLED UP

TO BRING ME UP TO OUTER SPACE, AND ALSO GET RID OF MY SILLY DELLUSIONS

LIKE WATERING DOWN THE COMPUTER TO GROW A MONEY TREE ON THE INTERNET

AND TELLING MY PARENTS THEY AIN’T MY PARENTS

AND TO HELP IN THE HEALING OF THE MONEY TREE, I CLICKED ON A FERTILISER

WHICH HELPS GROW THE MONEY TREE

AND THEN AFTER THAT I PLAN TO ROB THE HAWKER SHOPS, AND DROP A FEW DOLLARS ON THE GROUND

TO GO BACK HOME TO JOI FAMILY AND FRIENDS TO SPURT MONEY DOWN TO THE POOR FROM PARADISE

YOU SEE, THE PARANORMAL WORLD ARE LIFTING MY BODY UP SAYING

WE ARE TAKING YOUR COOL KID AWAY, EVEN IF IT HURTS YA, CAUSE

IT LOOKS LIKE YOU DON’T WANT TO LET IT GO

YOU SEE I HATE BEING CALLED DUMMY

AND I HATE BEING CALLED A WOOSEY

I HATE BEING TREATED LIKE A DIFFERENT PERSON TO EVERYONE ELSE

I KNOW, DUDES IT’S BLOOD HARD TO DO, BUT AT LEAST GIVE ME THE ILLUSION OF A COOL PERSON

AT LEAST GET ME PAST THE MENTAL HEALTH NONSENSE OF MY PAST

AT LEAST GET ME PAST THE COOL KIDS, IN MY HEAD,

FOR, WHEN I WAS YOUNG I WAS TRYING TO FIT INTO THE COOL FAMILY LIFE

NONE OF MY FAMILY REALLY UNDERSTOOD, I SAT IN THE MIDDLE OF A BENDY BUS

MY FAMILY DIDN’T WANT TO

I WANTED TO GO TO DISNEYLAND IN THE USA, MY FAMILY PREFERRED TO WATCH DISNEY ON TV, WHICH IS FINER

I AM HAVING A SCHITZOPHRENIC WINGE, YOU SEE I WANT ALL MY KID LOOK TO PULL UP OVER MY BODY

AS DAD WANTS TO RID MY SILLY KID, HOOLIGAN, SO TO SPEAK, RIGHT OUT OF ME

YA SEE, DAD IS NOW BETTY, AND, I HEAR VOICES FROM MY PAST, LIKE PAT JUST SAID, I AM GOING TO **** YA BLOOD

AND MY BROTHER IS BEING A PROTECTOR, THINKING I HATE IT, SAYING, LEAVE BRIAN ALONE, BUDDY, HE’S NOT LIKE US

I HEAR PAT SAYING, MEN DON’T DO THAT THAT IS WHAT KIDS DO, PAT MIGHT GO TO BED

AND DAD IS TRYING TO PULL MY DELLUSIONAL HOOLIGAN OUT OF ME, WHICH MAKES PAT SAY

YOUR STILL A YOUNG DUDE BRIAN, DAD PULLS BRIAN’S DELLUSIONAL HOOLIGAN, AND PAT SAID, BRIAN IS STILL A YOUNG DUDE

AND THEN SAID, WE ARE JUST HAVING FUN WITH BRIAN’S BRAIN, MR AND MRS AND CHRIS AND BRIAN ALLAN

WE ARE JUST PLAYING WITH BRIAN’S BRAIN, THE VOICES ARE SAYING BRIAN ALLAN HATES LIFE, BUT THE TRUTH IS BRIAN ALLAN LOVES LIFE

AND I LIVE LIKE IT’S ONE BIG ADVENTURE, I GET A DELLUSIONAL TEASE AS MY BROTHER AND THE GUY THAT NICKED MY LUNCH

ARE LAUGHING AT ME, SAYING, WE FOOLED YA, BUDDY, OLE DUDE OLE PAL

WITH THEIR BIG YOUNG DUDE LAUGH THEY HAD BACK THEN

AND ME, BRIAN ALLAN, WANTS TO RID THOSE SILLY DELLUSIONS OUT OF ME, BY YOUNGER PEOPLE

I DON’T WANT TO BE AN OLD FOGIE ALL MY LIFE, I LIKE DOING THINGS

YOU SEE PAT IS SAYING, US BIG YOUNG DUDES ARE DOING WHAT WE USED TO DO, YA LITTLE SHY BOY

AND I SAY, I WANT TO GET RID OF THIS SILLY MOO COW AND SHIP DELLUSION AND WORRYING ABOUT IT, BEFORE I WORK AY COMMON BRAIN

AT PRESENT, PAT IS PUTTING MY KID WHEN I WAS YOUNG BACK INTO ME

AND THIS KID, IS MAKING ME ITCHY ALL OVER

AND ALSO PAT IS SITTING UP WATCHING TV SAYING, I AM JUST SITTING ON THE COUCH, I MEAN NO HARM

I SAID, I DON’T REALLY WANT ANYONE TO GIVE ME SPECIAL TREATMENT, YA KNOW WHY, DUDE

BECAUSE, I SORT OF KNOW MY CALLING

AND PAT HAS BEEN COOL, LYING ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND EATING BISCUITS ON THE LOUNGE AND ALSO SITTING THERE DRINKING HIS BEER YA SEE

WHILE I DO MY TAPESTRY

ANY DELLUSION WHICH HYPES UP PEOPLE

MY BROTHER GETS ON THE COMPUTER, SAYING YOUR STILL LIKE US, BRIAN AND PAT SAID ‘NO CHRIS, BE SHY FOR BRIAN

MY BROTHER SAID HE WASN’T SHY TO BE A COMPUTER BUFF, I AM NOT SHY TO BE A COMPUTER BUFF

ACTUALLY COMPUTERS ARE THE THING I LIKED ABOUT DAD, OUT OF THE MANY FAULTS

I LOVE TO MAKE THE COMPUTER WORK FOR ME LIKE DAD DID

PAT SAID, NO NO BRIAN IS STILL A YOUNG DUDE, BRIAN IS STILL YOUNG DUDE

DON’T BE BRIAN’S DADDY CHRIS, BE LIKE US, PAT SAID AS WELL AS SAYING NO NO NO

BRIAN IS STILL A YOUNG DUDE, AS PAT IS HAPPILY PLAYING AROUND THE HOUSE

TRYING TO GET ME TO CLKEAN MY HOUSE LATE AT NIGHT, YOU SEE PAT OLE BOY OLE PAL

I CLEAN DURING THE DAY WITH HELP, AND I CREATE ART AND WRITE AT NIGHT

AND I STARTED TO GET ITCHY, FROM THE TEASING BUG

Yarinya!
Born into a life which gave you little or no choices.
Your basket of options had only oranges for sale and a tray to balance on your head.
Yarinya!
Your small feet tread the path baked hot by the mean African sun.
Yarinya!
Working to cater for the adult mouths of those who forged you.
Yarinya!
Life has so much to offer you but how your arms are deprived their right to reaching out
because they  support the tray on your head.

Yarinya!
The rags you wear shall not mark you out for shame.
Yarinya!
Your kind have shaped the world for the better.
Yarinya!
I heard about another of your kind who once sold bread on the streets of Lagos.
They say she unconsciously walked into a picture
and for her, that was the beginning of a new story.
Yarinya!
The tray on your head shall not suppress the intellect hidden in your head.

Yarinya!
Until I find you, hold on to that tray and sell the best oranges you can find.
Until I find you, bear the blisters on your feet for lack of shoes.
Until I find you, keep your story alive on your lips.
When I find you, we'll sell your story, "Yarinya Mai Talle."
And the world will know that her children
deserve much more than just clean water and UNICEF endorsements
or a tray of hawker's items and a society dead to its conscience.

Yarinya!
Where ever you are,
On the streets of Italy or under the bridge in Lagos,
Under the "dogon yaro" tree in Kano or in your father's house in Brazil
Until I find you,
God keep you from those seeking to marry you at five
so they can wife you at eight.

*Yarinya-means "young female"

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Hi I am a Buddhist
I believe in reincarnation
I believe if we really used our brains over what we learnt as a kid we will discover who we were dating back to 5-000-000
Years ago and I guarantee you will discover there was life before dinosaurs
In fact dinosaurs and people were on earth together in different parts of the world
You see I was Cronus around the times where Christians claimed the world started but
I was chased by dinosaurs and taken by muggers to the arctic circle so Christians can own this world but to me, as a Buddhist I was determined to continue to help the people of this world by supplying presents for the people of the arctic because before Athena sent a snowstorm there were people living on the arctic
And I went on trip through the island delivering gifts and yeah
I was the start of Santa Claus
And also I lived in the 100 years war as Isabella of France but I try not to tell people because to say you're someone famous like that sounds really weird but I have a story about her on hello poetry as Johnny Georgy brown
You see as a Buddhist I want to calm the minds of my fellow humans but that isn't as easy as it seems and as I get pains from different parts of my body I relax and let Athena heal me so I can feel good about myself
You see I prefer the idea of knowing that we walk on earth
Rather than go off to some enchanted land the Christians call heaven and with me being on earth makes me feel more at ease because if you think about it heaven is in a unrecognisable
Land nobody knows where it is
Earth is with us and no matter where your lives are it sounds and is more realistic than heaven but as a Buddhist I respect people on what they believe because with all the problems in the world it is hard to show you love earth but you just relax and take it easy you can like me be one of the helpers on earth
You do art and craft and writing
Help in a homeless shelter
Go to Christian centres to help people and despite me having a belief in reincarnation I still would like to help In churches
And also I believe I was Blackbeard the pirate and mate
I was a evil pirate but I use that belief as a reforming the pirate
In me, I also believe I was Henry the 8th another very evil man but I try and wash that evil out of my soul and I feel itchy on the feet and when I get itchy parts on my body I feel it is the demons of the cosmos coming after me but sometime it could be just simple things like worms or diabetes from eating too much sugar but Buddhism can control the pains you get from that by grabbing each demon by the head and swing it around your body till it starts to feel miles better, and the way you feel better is you take your medication and that could put you in touch with Athens to heal your previous life pain which is in this life as mental illness
Like if your grandfather died and entered his next life as a girl and the girl had Down syndrome and she came into your life as your girlfriend and she turned on you by saying
She ain't interested in a relationship with you and that means her niceness is the fact that her previous life was your grandfather but you keep that information doesn't get out in the open because it might have dire circumstances which if you breathe any word that your her grandson you won't get the atmosphere you want out of it
You see people who just believe in science should look at the science of being reincarnated into another body, like a happy loving life individual suddenly turning into a crying baby but through time that baby learns what really makes him happy and eventually gets his loving life back and every day their new parents take them out showing them this fantastic world and my dad wanted to stay an Australian and became the granddaughter of Jimmy Barnes and daughter of David and Lisa Campbell twin with brother Billy and dads new name is Betty and I was having kidnapping thoughts and my family never got those thoughts
So I discovered that I was kidnapped as Graeme Thorne and grant Beaumont and I have s fear of dogs which is from my life in 1946 being attacked by dogs in the Bronx and my last positive life was Albert Waldron who was a footy player from Adelaide and I love footy and Adelaide and I was a clown in the Adelaide circus as Albert
Waldron and before then I was a doctor for the Swedish army
And my name was John hawker English and I saved a few people from certain death and
Buddha gave me a house in hawker to remind me of the good I was doing in that life

FOLLOW MY HEART

'Yes! ' I thought
' I will remember...'

how to get
back to
this place

your laughing face

a bird
writing on the sky

with the calligraphy
of its flight

this passing cloud
shaped like a heart now

breaking up into
Rodin's THE KISS

the laughter of kids
entangled in trees

a slight breeze
saucily lifting the hem

of your skirt
as if examining

the workmanship
of it.

Suddenly the wind's
a tailor?

The sea's voice
whispering far off

'Come & see... come & see! '

like a shy hawker
at a carnival.

One little brown knee
placed delicately
over another little brown knee

your skirt
like surf

crashing over it.

Yes I will
always remember

how to get
back here

follow these
directions

follow
my heart.

I WAS WALKING IN THE STREETS OF HAWKER, AND THE RAIN STARTED POURING

HEAVILY, I HATED THE IMAGE I WAS GETTING, LIKE MY OLD LOOKING UP DISORDER COMING BACK

WHICH MADE ME FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, I HATE THIS TREATMENT, YOU SEE

PEOPLE, I WANT TO LIVE MY OWN LIFE, I AM GETTING MY LOOKING UP BACK, BUT IT MAKES ME FEEL

TOTALLY WEIRD, I WISH I CAN GET A MAGIC WAND AND RID THIS STUPID DEMON, FROM INSIDE OF ME

IT IS ME IMPROVING MY LIFE, IT IS ME LOVING MY LIFE, IT IS ME PAYING TOO MUCH ATTENTION

TO THE FUCKEN VOICES AROUND ME, I MEAN COSMIC VOICES, I HATE BEING FORCED TO LOOK UP

BY THE FORCES OF TECHNOLOGY, I HAVE TO RID THIS DEMON, FROM, INSIDE OF ME, BACK IN 1999

I HEARD MY BROTHERS VOICE IN PERTH, SAYING, YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO BE CUT OUT TO BE ONE OF US

AND I HATE PEOPLE THINKING, I CAN HANDLE IT, I CAN’T, I AM A PERSON WHO LOVES TECHNOLOGY

I DON’T WANT MY LOOKING UP DISORDER BACK, NO, I WANT PEOPLE TO RESPECT ME, AS A PERSON

WHO MADE A FEW MISTAKES, I DON’T WANT TO BE A GARDENER ANYMORE, AND I HATE LEAD, THEY ARE

TOTA\L KOOMARRI’S, I HATE THESE VOICES FROM MY GRANNY AND NANNY, AND DAD, AND ALL THE DEAD PEOPLE

I AM LIVING MY LIFE AS A COMPUTER AGED **** KID, WHO HAS A PASSION FOR ART, I DON’T WANT TO BE TREATED

LIKE A SHYPERSON, I WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A MAN, WHO HAS FUN, IN ANY SORT OF WAY,

I LIKE ENJOYING MY LIFE, AND DEALING WITH THE PRESSURES OF LIFE, I WANT TO RELAX BY THE COMPUTER

AND MAYBE GRAB A CAN OF COKE, TO SPLASH AROUND, I HATE BEING CALLED A WOOSEY, A SPAZ OR A GEEK

BUT I AM NOT A COMPUTER GEEK, I AM A COMPUTER **** KID, MAN, I AM SEEING MY LOOKING UP DISORDER

CREEPING BACK, BUT HOPEFULLY IT WON’T INTERFERE, WITH MY FUTURE ACTING, I AM GOING ON YOUTUBE

EVERY MORNING, AND I AM PREPARED TO SAVE PEOPLE FROM KILLING THEMSELVES, EVEN IF IT MAKES IT FEEL HARD

PLEASE LEAVE ME BE, TO UNDERSTAND MY WEIRD HEAD, I DON’T WANT THESE VOICES, BUT SOMETIMES, I HAVE

TO RECEIVE THESE VOICES, IT’S HARD TO UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE WANT ME TO HAVE THESE VOICES IN MY HEAD

BETTER SHUT UP YOU BIG *******

I want to wake up in Singapore.
Open my window and feeling the hot Sun on my face.
Thank God it's a clear blue sky. No haze, no anything.
Just a really hot Sunny day.
I order dumplings, char keow teow and teh peng in one of the hawker place.
What a pleasant breakfast before I walk into a local coffee shop to sip a glass of iced Caramel Macchiato.

I want to spend an afternoon in Volendam.
Feeling the ocean breeze & the Sun on my face.
I want to eat fresh Seafood platter & a bottle of beer for my lunch.
& walk around the local shops & buy cute souvenirs.
I will take a break and sitting by the deck. In quiet.
Even everyone around me is pretty loud.
I think I will live here when I get old.

I want to spend an Evening in Rome.
Just walk out from the Vatican, and now I'm in Rome.
I want to ride my bike to the wondrous Fontana di Trevi
I will get there before the Sun in down so I have the chance to take photos before everything gets dark.
I'm not going to throw pennies on it. No.
I will only see the magical statue & lick my Gelato over here.

I want to spend a night in Paris.
It never be my first love,
but when I step my foot for the second time,
seeing all these beauties, I fall in love.
I fall in love with their arrogance & their ignorance.
It would be a cold night, with a little bit of drizzle.
It's what they always said right?
Rainy midnight in Paris is always magical.
I will get a nice dinner near the Eiffel Tower,
leaving myself in awe,
sipping my red wine,
before I finally walk to the Icon of Paris.
Maybe I will take a boat tour, maybe I just will spend a night at one of the parks, looking at the Tower.
Before finally, I walk to one of their antique yet beautiful shophouses.
& call it a night for today.

The roar of the **** automatic guns

That threw their exploding flak shells

Mixed with the shout of our engines

And bone dry rattle of our machine guns

Gave the French battle scene life

As we strafed and bombed our enemy

To give our troops more time

Our biplanes were made to fight the last war

Not a Blitzkreig but a target was a target

We went after the ******* all the way

Our six Hawker Hector biplanes still had teeth

Four yellow painted 125 pound bombs

And two small machine guns aimed by both crew

City of Manchester Squadron grabbing their chance

Aircrew of the Royal Air Force serving King and Country

In the darkest hour as the **** war machine came

Seemingly unstoppable and utterly invinsible

Except when the RAF biplanes attacked...

Angel Juice
They fueled my warplane with 130 grade octane
It was bright green and full of spells
It was witchcraft just like flight
Making my plane soar like a rocket
So I could shoot down **** jets
Defeat their Me-309 escort fighters
Beating them by pure ******* speed
Then nail the ***** jet with my cannon
Blowing his ******* head off with 20mm
Me the aerial knight in his chariot
An airborne God in a Hawker Tempest
The best fighter plane of the war
Superior to all that was German
Be it Focke Wulf 190 D versions
Or their upgraded Me-109 K series
Or the 309s and anything else
I was equal to their vaunted jets
Like the He-162 Salamander
Or fast Me-262 which was ace
I was God...

All the grotesque grottos sing
From the South to East of salt salt sea
I am a Hawk with my own soul see
Spatial Hawker Janitor Tamer thither me
Dawning bell glitching summon dample fy
Pro tuning aging murky compunctious twittering
Accursed blues strobing my army my mae ***** and
Set them free
Rodent Civet made Echo solidly